democracy stalled...

Haves force adherence to biased conformity
Haves sneer at concepts of justice and equality
Haves rages towards difference with impunity
Haves reign as purveyors of superiority

Have-nots minds corrupted from conception
Have-nots denied adequate, comparable education
Have-nots fear resistive circumvention
Have-nots bow heads in automaton-like submission

Society stands incurious, eyes vacant of sympathy
Society sits on sidelines, face remiss of empathy
Society watches idle as haves perpetuate ruthless antipathy
Society throws the white towel into the ring of apathy

Sleepless nights remixed

I awake drenched in hot sweat. My heart beats wildly inside my chest. I try to bring my racing thoughts to a pause, but futility abounds.

I stumble to the bathroom and throw cold water on my face. I take a couple of deep breaths to rest the pounding in my breast, but alas, I can't breathe. Attempts to pacify my nighttime terrors prove a discouraging test.

A couple minutes languish by until I am able to regain a semblance of composure. I reach for a towel and dry off my face. I look up to the mirror and get a glimpse of the man that disfigured my face.

Tears well up and cascade down my cheeks. I quickly look away from the mirror as the wounded child within reaches out to comfort the man that the boy came to be.

Childhood wounds are fresh as the day his fist collided with my nine month old head. No motherly balm applied. Other nourishing comforts denied. Those agonies remain vividly alive inside my mind's eye.

Dazed but not confused, I stammer back to bed. I try frantically to repress the harrowing memories far below consciousness. Under the pillows, I hide my troubled head.

Hauntingly disturbed and wearily wary, sleep remains elusive. I lay there tossing and turning in dread.

Breathe life into dreams deferred
Dreams manifested into a life preferred

Basking in a world enveloped in peaceful simplicity
Fortify dreams against human duplicity

Dreams protected from naysayers and thieves
Child-like dreams no longer saturated in disbelief

Society’s perspective shelved dreams into indifference
Rise out of stagnation, dreams disinfected of pestilence

A child refused
A child abused
A child misused

A teenager thrown away
A teenager forever afraid
A teenager caged within dark days

A man lost and confused
A man’s identity distortedly diffuse
A man dispirited, broken, no longer of any use

A life prisoned in fleshly waste
A life mocked by society’s redemption-less face
A life ended at birth, a spirit terribly misplaced

Titleless

Freedom comes via ink and pen
Anger boils under seared skin
Words terrorize paper with macabre sin

Writing begins to beat with a stable pulse
Agonies scrawled without legal recourse
Violent thoughts transcribed by the quill’s impulse

Memories of personal horrors no longer deferred
Hand writes on whim, thoughts brimming undeterred
Hostility erupts in stories unheard

Re-traumatized converting morbidity into words
Conscience contorted, left horridly disturbed
Cognitive distortions compounds emotional plights absurd

Despite prior dastardly hesitations
Slowly escaping the grasp of procrastination
Rage lowers to a simmer as thoughts achieve manifestation

Fireplace fuel

Notebook opens
Ink pot spills
Writings illegible
Paper mocks me with ill-will

Don’t vilify me
Your contrived thoughts will be met with resistance

Don’t try to understand me
Your simple thoughts will be twisted into complexity

Don’t deny me
Your breath reeks of duplicity

Don’t label my existence
Your thoughts are fueled by hypocrisy’s persistence

Don’t stand there looking perplexed
Your constant judging defies commonsense